In an era of passing gunslingers and greatness, nothing is supposed to surprise us any longer.
Records are broken to be made to be broken--again and again. But let's consider what Peyton Manning has just done.
51 touchdowns and counting--in a Broncos uniform, no less.
Even if he doesn't throw another touchdown all year (which he will), that's over three touchdowns a game, for sixteen games. It's breakable, but you'd better bring your rabbit's foot, a lunchbox, and an army of Pro Bowl receivers.
What's left unbroken? The Broncos hold on the overall number one seed.
Let the records hit the floor, Broncos fans:
Manning is three touddowns shy of Tom
killing the league like a Tebow psalm.
It's the Texans' turn
to embrace the burn
of his fire like an atom bomb.
Give it your best.
It’s no secret why the Broncos lost tonight.
The Chargers converted half of their third downs.
The Broncos converted only a whisper of two.
It’s really that simple. You can take the time of possession, the big plays, the stupid penalties—all of it pales in comparison to the fundamental fact that you can’t string a drive together without converting on third downs. Of course, the converse is also true. You can’t stop a drive without stopping your opponent on third down.
Sometimes you just have to be direct and to the point:
If you turn around and you claim
that the Broncos must play in a game
now twice in five days
then you'd want no delays
in maiming Phil Rivers to shame.
Not quite obscene, but it gets the job done.
Peyton Manning can’t throw in cold weather—unless he can.
That’s the narrative now. Although the temperature hovered around a frigid five degrees for most of the game, the Broncos offense—and Manning in particular—created a blaze so hot, the Titans needed treatment for third-degree burns.
Make no mistake: the Broncos had two plans in this game. The first was to win the game, which they did handily, 51-28. The second was to send a message to the rest of the league: Peyton Manning can not only play in cold weather, he can torch you.
If you’re coming into Denver late in the year, you'd better believe in Santa Claus. That’s because Peyton Manning is Jack Frost.
Sorry, folks. I almost forgot this week's limerick. Here you go:
I've got nothing to say with my wit
except that the Titans will quit
by the third quarter's end
when records will bend
and Munchak will drown in his $hit.
Let it fly, Broncos fans!
Wait, don’t the Chiefs win games like this at home?
Turning turnovers into touchdowns, taking kickoffs back for touchdowns, breaking off big runs—these are the things that define the Chiefs.
It doesn’t matter, not when Peyton Manning comes to town, even when Manning breaks bad for a quarter. Manning’s mind is just too good. His arm (no matter how wobbly the passes) simply follows.
The Broncos now stand in sole possession of first place in the AFC West; even better, they are in complete control of their own destiny. If they want the first seed, they can do more than wish for it for Christmas.
Good morning, Broncos fans! Another big game. Another Chiefs loss:
The rematch was just two weeks away
for the ketchup and mustard to play.
The results are the same
with their conservative game,
and the loss of Reid's balls in the fray.
Let loose with your version--with or without balls.
From his upper-class perch, Jim Saccomano wants Broncos fans who aren't season ticket holders to know just how much pain he's in this morning:
Hard for those who are not with team or are season tix holders who never miss a game to fully comprehend the personal sting of loss...— Jim Saccomano (@broncos_sacco) November 25, 2013
Welcome to my sixth rewrite in the last twenty minutes.
This was supposed to be a story about Petyon Manning and Tom Brady dueling; it was supposed to be about two teams playing until the bitter end; hell, it was supposed to be about the near perfection of the Broncos running game.
Instead, we’re going to be talking about bouncing balls for a whole damn week.
Actually, I should probably be more specific. Wes Welker didn’t give Tony Carter enough time to clear a bouncing punt, which now makes Tony Carter look really dumb.
What a letdown, and what a silly way to lose a game. There’s just no rewriting that.